Septic Flesh - Esoptron

In the land that was born from the sperm of winter is the incarnation of all enchanted fairy tales An imposing figure Isolated from an ocean of frozen waves Trying to unite the sterile earth with the celestial dome Like a crystalline bridge of ice In the claws of four ancient mountains Ice Castle Transparent halls filled with wonder worthless for those who are sweeping along with the purposeless flood of wasted feelings. Priceless treasure For the children of the serpent dream In the claws of four ancient mountains Ice Castle There they claim life in a feast with your nightmares